#and sebastian is like deep colors and lots of basics

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boyfriends who commit fashion crimes <3

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𖤐 Sebastian Michaelis NSFW Alphabet 𖤐

⚠️: minors dni, AFAB + GN reader, rough sex, corruption kink, mentions of religion, kinda gaslighting/manipulation, etc.

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A: Aftercare (what is he like after sex)

he will treat you delicately after having caused such a mess in the bedroom. we know that despite being a demon, Sebastian was trained enough to act like a gentleman and in addition he is very loyal to his "butler aesthetic". so, you can expect him to begin caressing your shoulders or back, leaving kisses in any love bite, cleaning you up with a warm towel and offering you a bath or a light drink. it's up to you if he stays right by your side while you sleep or not, because he'll only follow your commands.

B: Body part (favorite body part of his and also his partner's)

his favorite part of his body is his eyes. if you watched the series then you know what i'm talking about: Sebastian is a very expressive being. throughout the anime and manga you can see that his body language is normally expressed with his eyes and face lol, from sarcasm to even a threat. he knows the weight that his eyes have with his words and -for your bad or good luck- he also knows how to annoy or tease you with that. you can expect off-color comments said with the sweetest look and so on, escalating to a look that eats you alive, his feline eyes mocking your vulnerability to his touches and the slit on his eyes reaching deep into your soul, reminding you that he is not human.

his favorite part of you is your neck and back. he likes to leave bites, marks and kisses in discreet places. You don't want other people to find out that you're doing wrong things with your butler. how indecent of you, right? He can spend hours nibbling and sucking your skin, wanting to leave it as a witness to how much he pleases you. he's not pleased that you only carry the mark of the contract, he chuckles knowing that your skin wants him.

C: Cum (anything to do with it)

he really doesn't care. Sebastian knows that you both can't reproduce because of the difference between species, so many times he takes the liberty of cumming inside you. he loves the sight of his cum spilling out of your body while you try to catch your breath, but if you have a problem with that he will listen to you. he has no complaints about doing it outside because he doesn't mind cleaning you up afterwards either. just keep in mind that your face, torso and legs can be possible destinations to end up smeared with his sticky liquid.

so whether you want it or not, you're always going to end up with his cum somewhere <3

D: Dirty secret

Sebastian is known for being someone who is quite calm and collected... when it comes to sexual situations. but his dirty secret is that he likes to impregnate his scent on you. being by your side for a long time it is normal for the smell of his cologne to stick to you. obviously this happens when you're not wearing perfume. he likes it when people say to you "hey, your smell is very strong. have you been with Sebastian for a long time?" he LAUGHS because he knows it's something you can't blame him for, it's his way of marking his territory with his favorite food.

E: Experience (how experienced is he? does he knows what he is doing?)

we all know this one,, please who are we to lie to ourselves. he already fucked a nun, a beast tamer and probably a nurse in BoA. we don't know certainly about his preferences since this bastard can shape shift so he can be a woman, a man and basically do whatever he wants. but back to the main point, he has a LOT of experience. so you don't have to be afraid of this man to be an amateur because he isn't. he. is. so. gifted. he knows exactly how to move and place his tongue, fingers or dick to make you scream and cry in pleasure.

F: Favorite position

the pretzel. he just likes the idea of ​​having you with no chance to escape, turn around, or stop seeing your face. when he's on top of you he can see how you squirm with each thrust he gives you and how your hips can barely move due to how trapped they are between his, so you can only wait to receive his thrusts and slowly lose control. however, i think he is also a big fan of doggy. our friend beast can confirm that :))

G: Goofy (is he more serious in the moment? is he humorous? etc.)

we all know that this man is so silly but when it comes to sex he is serious. like he puts his shit together and tease you but in a provocative/sensual way.

H: Hair (how well groomed he is?)

it's obviously black like the rest of his hair. and even if it doesn't grow much down there, he still shaves it to make things easier.

I: Intimacy (how is he during the moment? the romantic aspect)

okay since he is a hell's creature,, come on we can't pretend anymore that he has deep human feelings, like i'm trying to stick to canon with this shit so im sorry if i break your fanon sebastian but this man is mean. he obviously knows how to treat his bedroom partner, so you can wait for him to kiss you, whisper pleasant things and praise you and your body. that's how it is when he is slow. but when he is wild he will make fun of you, humiliate you and even more things but ONLY IF you allow him to.

J: Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

to be honest, i don't think Sebastian has a need to masturbate. he sees it as something that will not fully satisfy him and that can put him in a worse mood. that is, he can easily hold out until he can be with you. i'd like to talk about his libido later, so I'll hold back a bit on this point.

K: Kink (one or more of their kinks)

okay i've been into black butler fandom for so long and maybe y'all can expect him to be into pet play just becuase he likes cats but im sorry i don't think so. this man has a corruption kink. he likes to see you lose yourself with his body, he wants you to forget everything you know and give yourself to him. even forgetting about the god you used to worship, so he is willingly open to teach you all about hell, pleasure and all that his demonic being can give.

he has also creampie?? kink. bassy enjoys filling you up with his cum if you don't have problems with it. he likes to make a mess with you.

L: Location (favorite places to do the do)

another thing he doesn't really care. it's more like you choose where and when, but if you are a fan of exhibitionism remember he is a butler and has to look after your public image. so he will suggest you to do it in a more private place. but speaking of his preferences, his favourite place would be your room, as it is more comfortable than a butler's room...

M: Motivation (what turns him on?)

boldness. he finds funny and teasing when you're mad at him and yell. unlike Ciel (whom OBVIOUSLY he has no attraction whatsoever), he finds your tantrums or insults attractive. especially when you seem to forget that you're talking to the devil, treating him like he's something less than you. he likes how cheeky your words are, because he knows that he is capable of leaving you in tears and your body completely lost in pleasure with his simple touch. he likes to show you that he is the one who will always win, but he likes to give you your moment.

N: No (something he wouldn't do, turn offs)

Sebastian won't disobey you. an order is an order and he is there to fulfil yours. he maybe try to manipulate you to change your opinion in a discreet way, but if you don't give up with your decision/command he wouldn't interfere unless there's a serious matter or something he don't be fully comfortable with.

one of his turn offs is when you're goofy. like okay he can stand a joke but he doesn't like when you're so unserious in the bed.

O: Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

HE. IS. THE. ULTIMATE. ORAL. GIVER.

oh my god i'm so glad we all sebastian stans agree that his tongue is REALLY something. he even said in season one that he can can roll a cherry cookie with his tongue and i don't fucking care if the dolls chapter it's not canon. but anyway, that shit is long as fuuuuck. he even needs to hold your legs so you don't close them when he is working on you. he likes to tease you while sucking, licking or biting in your sweet zone. he makes louder (slurping and wet) noises to embarrass you, looking at you smirking with his 🤨 face and even more things that secretly makes him chuckle like the mf he is.

oh and did i mention?? that he loves??? when you grab his hair and pull him closer??? well if you're not tied you SHOULD do something come on.

ah, yes.

he also likes see you struggling with his dick.

"my my, sounds like someone's having trouble. oh dear, be careful not to choke"

but when you get used to it he gently will grab your hair and move your head at his own pace.

P: Pace (is he fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

no way this man can go slow at least is your first time; once he starts the main act he left his polite side and release the beast inside of him. it will go at a fast and merciless pace, raising one of your legs for better access and won't hesitate to pound on your entrance until you lose your senses. take for sure that you'll end up crying of pleasure and this mf couldn't care less, he'll stop until you beg him for it. we can say that he'd be into rough sex.

Q: Quickie (his opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

remember his dirty secret? well, he likes the possibility of others knowing about your little secret. you probably have to ask for it because he is so busy with his butler duties, u know.

but he won't deny it to you since he can make it fastly, so you don't have to worry that much 👍

R: Risk (is he game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

since there is no risk of pregnancy, the only one he MAYBE take is public sex. because if we remember in book of murder he said that he showed his body to humans so shamelessly. so i don't think he is into that, and like i said before even if youre into exhibitionism he'll always suggest a private and quieter place.

S: Stamina (how many rounds can he go for? how long do they last?)

this is more like "how many rounds can YOU go for" because he is full of energy and he won't stop until you ask him for it. like after hours of making it he'd be completely normal while you're exhausted.

T: Toys (does he own toys? does he use them? on a partner or himself?)

he don't use them that often but he doesn't mind them and he probably uses them more on you than him. Sebastian likes to see your different reactions to them, and maybe he'd even like to add them while you fuck.

U: Unfair (how much he like to tease)

oh my fucking god this dude is the definition of tease and provocation. do i need to mention how this man rizz with people? playing with his hand and fingers running along their bodies and whispering into their ears with a sweet tone.

also you can look for DIRTY TALK. this bitch won't shut up and will leave you completely shocked or scared like "what does he means with this??" "why does he just said that seriously??"

V: Volume (how loud he is, what sounds he make, etc.)

he is not very loud, but not quiet either. he usually lets out a few sighs, but what comes out the most are grunts and gasps.

W: Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

even though he can't feel love, i could say that he cares about his master. therefore, he does not want other possible demons to take possession of his human. so yes, Sebastian is (extremely) jealous but only of other demons, because he doesn't give a fuck about other humans lol so i think it would be better defined as marking his territory.

X: X-ray (let's see what's going on under those clothes)

i need a big boy, you need a big boy, we need a big boy and fortunately for all of us Sebastian is there for that. he is almost 2 meters and you can't tell me that you expect to that shit to be small. is thick and long, with a sensitive spot on the base ;) you'll probably whine and mewl struggling with it even when it's not fully inside.

Y: Yearning (how high is his sex drive?)

it's complicated to explain... okay he is a demon that can't feel libido by himself since he isn't attracted to humans' body but their souls. but does that stops him to feel pleasure? absolutely not. this man probably won't wants to fuck you himself, you NEED to ask him for it because he is your butler after all. he only follow your orders.

but there are days when his human body wants to make it with you, so he'll insists so you can give him the command. so we can say that is low but when you turn him on he's gonna behave like the playboy he is.

Z: Zzz (how quickly he fall asleep afterwards)

who told you that demons sleep? Sebastian sees that as a luxury. he doesn't need sleep, it's more like you want him to stay by your side hugging you and pretending to sleep, but like almost everything Sebastian does, this also depends on his master's boundaries :)

this is my first time writing something spicy lol so i really doubt i did it well and english isn't my first language but i really hope y'all can like this shit 😭😭 i hope i can bring more mature content about bassy :))

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husband!top!sebastian (sdv) x bottom!m!reader oneshot!

warnings: amab male reader, sub reader, soft dom sebastian, husband sebeastian, handjobs, praise kink, size kink, a little overstim, fluff + smut

request: Would you mind doing a Sebastian one? So basically like after marriage so him and the reader are living together, the reader comes home after a long day in the mines and gives him one of his favorite gifts a frozen tear. Could be super fluffy or you could make it a smut if you wanted. But yeah... - huhisthisleagal on wattpad

wc: 1.6k

cut for length!

you sluggishly walked home, exhausted after helping out around town and then spending hours upon hours in the mines. lucky enough, you found a lot of gems that you could sell, and a few frozen teardrops to gift to your husband! you went to the shipping container and carefully put the delicate, multi colored, gems in there. you walked into the house and took a second to take a deep breathe and relax in the warmth. you took off your boots and jacket, remembering to take the frozen tears out of your backpack as you started to look for your husband.

"sebby? sebastian?" you called out, your house was too big at this point to check all the rooms, it was easier to just call for him. "in here!" he replied, yelling from the bedroom. he started to stretch and get up as you walked as quickly as possible to see him. you walked into your room and squealed to see your sleepy husband getting up out of bed to greet you.

"i missed you," you sighed out after running to him and hugging him tightly. a nice long hug from him was your motivation to get through the day, it was so easy to relax around him. "wait, close your eyes and hold open your hand!" you said softly but happily. he complied with a small smile and closed his eyes, holding out a hand and waiting for you to tell him he can open his eyes again. he heard quiet clinking before feeling you drop a couple cold gems into his hand, did you really. . . ? "you can open them now," you said with a small giggle. he already knew what they were of course. he looked at the beautiful gems in his hand before gently setting them down on his bedside table and picking you up in a tight bear hug.

"thank you so much, baby," you mumbled into you ear, your face heated up slightly from the comment before hugging him back almost as tightly. "i love you," he said with a small kiss to your forehead as he set you down.

"i love you too, but i have to shower, sebby," you said with a soft apologetic smile. "can i join you?" he asked sweetly, clearly not trying to force you. you thought for a quick moment before realizing, why not? "yes," you leaned on your tippy toes and gave him a short kiss on the lips and grabbing his hand so he follows you to the bathroom. you made sure your towels were on the towel rack next to the shower before you shut the door and locked it.

before you knew it, sebby was pressed against your back, he turned you around and kissed you on the lips as he started to get your t shirt pulled up. he broke the kiss so he could tell you to lift your arms and help him undress you.

of course you listened, and he gave you a smile and a kiss on the forehead before beginning to rub his hand on your back and kissing you in a more eager manner. with some light guiding, you became to rub your cock against his big thing, whimpering and drooling into the kiss. your hands were resting on his hips to steady yourself before sebastian pulled away despite your whine of disapproval.

"shh, calm down silly boy," sebastian muttered, barely audible to hear, but you did, and your body definitely heard as well judging by how you felt your pants get slightly tired and a small whimper almost slipped out before you stopped it.

he took off his black button down, you had hardly realized he was still in his day clothes when you got home at nearly 1 am. you watched in awe as he took off his blue jeans, his bulge clearly showing through his boxers. no matter how many times you saw it, it still surprised you like it was the first time. it wasn't surprising how big it was, considering sebastian was just on the edge of 6'4, but you always forgot how you managed to fit all of it in you everytime.

he let out a small chuckle before helping you take off you jeans as well, carefully unbuttoning them and unzipping them as you embarrassingly watched his hands work. you gave him a kiss on the nose as a thank you when he moved them down enough for you to take them off in a second with no issues, he really was in love with you.

"you want to take off your boxers or can i, honey?" he asked gently, picking up your hand to hold and kissing the back of it as he waited for your response, you thought for a moment before gently pointing at him, too embarrassed to say it out loud. he smiled wider and kissed your hand again, before moving up and kissing your jawline, then your lips, and then finally ending on your neck as he worked on leaving a hickey to distract you from how quickly he was working off your boxers. he put his thumbs under the waistband and gently pulled them off. he separated from your neck to look at your half hard cock.

he smiled and let out a soft 'gooood boy' before spitting on his hand and bringing it to your tip, slowly easing his hand on you, softly rubbing your slit and adoring the way you whimper and whine, grabbing onto his chest to stabilize yourself. after a few seconds he stops and kisses your cheek when your face fills with betrayal. "c'mon baby, be patient," he whispered.

sebastian quickly moved to turn the shower on, the perfect temperatures for the both of you. "does the water feel good?" he asked, moving out of the way so you can feel it, you slowly put your hand under the water before nodding and stepping under it. sebastian steps in behind you, grabbing a bar of soap and rag to help clean your body. he let you go under the water before he helped clean you, as horny as he was he also genuinely wanted to take care of you, nothing sexual involved, just caring for his husband <3

when he was done he helped you clean your hair. he had showered after he woke up as he was planning for this, it was just a happy coincidence that you came home with gifts so he had a good reason to do this with you! he massaged your scalp for a minute for leaning down slightly so he return to messily making out with you. he started to gently get the knots out of your hair before moving his hands down to hold onto your waist. you leaned on your tippy toes and kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck and hardly noticing how your cock was getting rock hard again.

you did notice, however, when sebastian let some water fall on his hand before rubbing your chest, then stomach, and ending slow but tight stroke around you, you let out a moan and involuntarily bucked your hips against his hand. he smiled widely, continuing to kiss you as he started to jerk you off faster, letting out small groans as you desperately held onto him, bucking your hips and whimpering in his arms.

you could feel his cold wedding ring rubbing against you, squeezing your tip, you were gasping and moaning with no breaks from the feeling, god how did you get so lucky?

he broke apart from the kiss, "good boy, doin' so well for me," you whined again before hiding your face in his chest so you wouldn't have to look at him in such a desperate state. he noticed and frowned slighlty, keeping a hand jerking you off as his other moved to make you look him in the eyes, usually when you can't look at him it's because you're getting close to cumming, and why wouldn't he want to make you make eye contact as you cum? <3

his hand fits naturally on your jaw and moves your face to look at him, yet another whimper comes out of you as you realize just how close you are. "s-sebby! please, please! don't stop," you begged, your mind becoming mush faster than normal, your day really tired you out. "shhh, it's okay, baby, i got you," he smiled wide as he spoke, seeing your eyes gently roll back into your head and you trying to hold back how loud your moans became as you continued to basically hump sebastian's hand. you came quickly, cumming all over his hand and stomach and he drew out your orgasm as long as possible before you started trying to push his hand off your cock from overstimulation.

"ok, i think it's time for bed," he kissed the side of your head and quickly washed your cum off his stomach, and making eye contact with you as he licked some off his hand before washing the rest off. he turned off the water and dried you off first, being extra careful when he cleaned your oversensitive cock.

"wait, but you're still hard," you stuttered as you watched him quickly dry himself off, "i'll deal with it later, it's bedtime for you, don't worry about it," he reassured as he led you out of the bathroom and sat you on your shared bed. he grabbed you a pair of your boxers and a pair of his so you two could cuddle closer in bed <3 he put on his and intently watched you to make sure you could put on yours fine.

sebastian pulled back the blankets on your side of the bed, picking you up and laying you down, putting the blanket over you and tucking you in. then he quickly got in himself, immediately moving closer to you to so he could be the big spoon and cuddle you all night!

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Sebastian sallow one shot: Sebastian breaks a rule just to make reader smile

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Request: Sebastian sallow one shot: Sebastian breaks a rule just to make reader smile.

Description: Y/N has been having a rough time after the death of Professor Fig. They just go through the motions and fake smiles. Sebastian notices this, and decides he's gotta get to you to make you smile- rules be damned.

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"Honestly, yes. I think they need that." Poppy smiled at the idea Sebastian presented, "It should be easy to actually get you into our dorms, but we need you to go unnoticed by the others. I don't want anyone turning you in because they have a thorn in their side."

Sebastian hummed in thought, the idea coming to him, "I got it! Y/n has a stash of Polyjuice potion! You distract them for the day, and I can disguise myself as you! Although I'm sure I'll need help decorating..."

Poppy thought for a second, munching on the honey bun that Sebastian had brought her to butter her up. "Whats Anne up to? I know she's feeling better, and I feel like she'd love this. She can disguise herself as y/n."

Sebastian grins, "Poppy, you genius little creature. Maybe you should have been in Ravenclaw."

Poppy laughs, "Maybe, Sallow. Maybe. I'll get y/n out of the castle tomorrow... and I'll sneak you our hair tonight at dinner. I'll tuck it into a book and act like you let me borrow it."

Sebastian hopped up in excitement, "Wonderful, I'll write to Anne right away. Thank you, Poppy."

Poppy watched the boy begin to strut away, laughing to herself. That kid was so head over heels for y/n.

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"Poppy. I love you, I really do. But please tell me where it is you're dragging me?" You force a laugh as your friend pulls you through the back alley of some small hamlet you've surprisingly never been too.

"Just wait-" she pulls you through the narrow exit of the alley, straight into a street out of a fairytale. A cobblestone road, lined on either sides with shops with thatched roofs. Beautiful jack o lanterns  line the walkways, and leaves flutter through the air like butterflies.  You can't help but take a deep breath, amazed.

"Oh, Poppy." You breathe out, looking at the scene infront of you. There's a flower shop, a bakery, a book store, a clothing store... it's all amazing.

"I thought you could use a nice, calm day. So I brought you to my favorite place." Poppy smiles at you proudly.

"Let's go, we've got lots of shopping to do!"

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Meanwhile, the Sallow twins stood in the detention room, knowing there was no way they'd get caught in there.

"Poppy's Polyjuice looks like sunshine." Anne watched in amazement as sebastian swirled the bottle.

Her eyes fell back to the bottle in her hand, in which a gossamer liquid swirled, so deeply amber that in certain lights it appeared black. Sebastian looked up from under his brows at his sister, laughing at the apprehensive look in her eyes, "Y/n drank a Polyjuice potion that turned them into Professor Black. They said it looked like someone bottled vomit. you'll be just fine." He held out the bottle and clicked it against Anne's, "Slàinte."

She huffed a small laugh, returning the cheers before downing the bottle. For a moment, the twins felt nothing- then all at once, their bones began shifting. Muscles and skin stretched and shrank, hair growing and changing color. 

Before they knew it, they both stood there staring at each other... well. Sort of.

"I never realized how much smaller Poppy is than me," Sebastian chuckled, looking around at his now small frame basically swimming in his clothes.

Anne laughed, but it came out as y/n musical laugh that Sebastian had grown to love so much... the laugh he hadn't heard in ages, "Seb, I'm really hoping you brought their uniforms to change into?"

Sebastian laughed, taken aback by the girlish sound, "Yeah, here. In my bag."

They quickly changed, Sebastian keeping his eyes glued to the ceiling to he didn't see any part of Poppy that she wouldn't want.

"Seb, really. You didn't even put on the stockings?" Anne laughed.

"No way. Those things are like sausage casinos, and if anyone is eyeing Poppy- well, me- close enough to notice I'll punch them in the nose."

"Fair enough, let's go."

The two managed to make it to the Hufflepuff common room entrance unnoticed, and paused staring at the barrels.

"Well, go ahead." Sebastian gestures to the barrels.

"What? Me? Absolutely not!" Anne scoffed.

"I am NOT about to be squirted by this evil thing."

"This was your idea. Besides, you shouldn't get squirted." Anne rocked back on her heels, and took a few steps back, "Assuming you get it right."

Sebastian huffed, approaching the barrels apprehensivly. He brought his fist to the one that Poppy had indicated, took a deep breath and began the knock.

Hel-ga Huff-le-puff

There was a split second where Sebastian winced, completely sure that he was about to get drenched in the foul smelling liquid, but then the door opened.

"Oh thank Merlin," and let out a sigh of relief, "I was afraid you'd be strayed and I'd have to listen to you whine all day."

Sebastian followed his sister, ducking through the enterance, "Very funny."

Entering the Hufflepuff common room, the twins had to keep the look of awe off of their faces. Where Slytherins common room was dark and elegant, Hufflepuff's was cozy and warm. Plants seemed to grow out of every nook and cranny, and the smell of sweets pervaded the air.

Sebastian and Anne could've explored for hours, if it wasn't for the voice that rang out from a couch a few meters away.

"Oh Poppy! There you are!" Adelaide Oaks scurried over, a huge smile on her face, "I was hoping you could help  me out a bit with this Magical Creatures essay, I've really been struggling with-"

Sebastian cut her off, "No- uh," he cleared his throat attempting to copy Poppy's way of speaking, "I'm sorry, I mean I can't right now. How about later this evening? Y/n will be on a date with Sebastian. But don't tell her that when you see her, it's a surprise."

Adelaide eyes flickered behind Sebastian, to where Anne was standing, "Oh goodness, I guess she knows now! Don't mind me, I didn't get nearly enough sleep. You know me, mind always on puffskiens. Hehe. Well anyways, got to go. See you this evening byee!" Sebastian grabbed his sister's hand, dragging her towards the dorms and away from a befuddled Adelaide.

Anne giggled, "Did you really just say hehe? What the bloody hell was that, Seb?"

Not letting go of her arm, Sebastian continued scurrying down the hallway to the dorm he knew to be Y/n and Poppy's, "I don't know Anne! I panicked, okay? I don't know what girls say!"

"Well, it's definitely not 'hehe'. Atleast in that tone anyway. You're lucky Poppy is known to be an odd ball."

Sebastian rolled his eyes, "Whatever, come on. Get in here."

The twins closed the door behind them, and turned to inspect the room they were working with.

"This is so cozy!" Anne squealed a bit, looking around. She found her way over to what she knew to be Y/n's bed, picking up a picture frame from the nightstand. Encased behind the glass was a moving picture of y/n, Ominis, and Sebastian. In the center, Ominis is stood with his arms crossed, his face feigning annoyance as y/n pinches his cheeks and throws her head back in laughter. On the other side, Sebastian throws his head back in laughter, then looks at the hufflepuff with such adoration.

"Man Seb," Anne giggles, "You really have it bad for them, huh?"

Sebastian rolls his eyes, "Yes. I do. Now please help me decorate, nosey.

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Poppy and MC finally returned to the castle later than evening, no longer wearing the school robes they had left in. Poppy had forced y/n to buy a new outfit, telling them that retail therapy is the best therapy. Sweeting then proceeded to drag MC to the flower shop where she proceeded to weave all sorts of matching flowers into her hair.

Y/n had to admit, they felt rather attractive for the first time in a long time. Approaching the barrels, they waited for Poppy to knock, complaining, "I still don't understand why you wouldn't let me get any food from the tavern. I'm starving, Poppy!"

Poppy chuckled stepping towards the door as it opens, "How about this; you go put the stuff we bought in out dorm and I'll start working on my homework for a bit. If you're still hungry we will go to the kitchens."

"Ugh," Y/n groaned dramatically, "Fiiiine."

The trek to Y/n and Poppy's dorm was short, and Y/n didn't see anyone. She figured they were all at dinner, where she wished she was. Opening the door, she is assaulted by the smell of sweets.

Entering the room, Y/n is beyond surprised at the scene infront of her. The beds, desks and normal furniture were missing. Instead, the outside of the room was lined with large, soft pillows and blankets, and in the center of the room were short- almost ground level- tables overflowing with all sorts of foods and drinks. The air was warm and inviting, filled with twinkling lights that y/n quickly realized were fire flies. Fairylights covered the walls, and convering the ceiling was a golden shimmering enchantment, unlike anything they had seen before. Their eyes fell to the figure that quickly stood up from the cushions.

Sebastian.

Their voice was light with awe and wonder, "Seb, what is all of this?"

He walked forward, taking her hand and leading them to the cushions near the food, "Well y/n," Sebastian began, "Since everything that's happened, you've been depressed. Rightfully so, of course. But I missed seeing you smile and laugh. Genuinely smile and laugh, not that show you've been putting on for everyone."

MC sat on the floor, Sebastian taking his place beside them as he continued speaking, "So, I thought to myself: what makes y/n smile? Breaking rules, sweets, the stars, and these freaky little twinkling bugs. It took me a bit, but I managed to put them all together."

The cheesy grin full of pride that sat on Sebastians face was enough to make MC laugh, and the though of someone going through all of this, doing all of this, just for them made them tear up.

"Oh Seb, this is amazing." Y/n threw their arms around Sebastian, pulling away after a moment to look at his face. His eyes flickered to Y/n's lips, then scanned their face.

His voice came breathlessly as he tucked a strand of hair behind their ear, "You look breathtaking, by the way."

Sebastian leaned in, pressing his lips lightly to theirs. In a moment, they pull away just enough, their foreheads still touching and smile on their face, "Seb, if you wanted to make me smile all you had to do was kiss me."

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[blackbutler-mylove]

Hello! I love seeing the Black Butler fandom come back from the grave and I feel like it will stay alive for a while until 2024. Unlike the time Queen Elizabeth died and brought it back to life for a few weeks.

Anyways, I have a Ciel x reader. Basically it’s Ciel with a reader that’s gets called “Lady of the Night” because of her dark and mysterious appearance that represents the night. She talks like she’s a character from Edger Allen Poe’s poems and looks like she came straight out of a Tim Burton film. It can be hc of Ciel before he made the reader his s/o and after. Or it can be a oneshot. It’s up to you!

Thank you and have a good day!

Thank you so much!

This headcanon takes place before the « big reveal » ;)

Ciel his still his canon age and reader is 14! (So a one year gap)

°Ciel met you during a very boring reception between the heads of some of most important brands in England. Tea, silks, furniture, land, cattle and well, his toy company.

°Small talk is something ciel is very good at, but absolutely despises. That’s why after his usual tactical greetings, he decided to just sit by a table with a small glass of champagne, Sebastian standing by his side.

°The only thing slightly amusing to do was to watch the other nobles go about their empty conversations.

°That’s where your father comes in. He’s been widowed for seven years, and was at the head of a very important jewelry and ornaments company. Ciel knew that he decided very early on to include the input of his young daughter in his commercial decisions, but the daughter in question was rarely seen.

°Ciel never met you, despite his numerous interactions with your father. Well, until tonight.

°He saw you walking at your father’s side, wearing a very deep and dark plum colored dress. Wearing an array of silver jewelry from your family’s company and striking eye makeup, that made your eyelids look like they were adorned with lace. An odd way for a lady to present herself…

°Ciel got up from his seat and got closer to the small circle that formed around you two, made by very intrigued nobles looking to poke and prod at you with their questions.

°As he greeted your father for the first time this evening, he noticed you were completely unbothered by the indiscreet questions thrown your way, answering with as much bluntness and a whimsy tone.

° « Pray tell my dear, have you found yourself a betrothed yet? »    « It is not one of my priorities. »

°Here’s something he always dreamed of saying… He went to greet you and kissed your hand, but before he could say anything you perked up: « You have the most beautiful eye, my lord. »

°Sebastian chuckled under his breath as he saw his lord lose his composure.

°For the rest of the evening, you and Ciel sat down as you talked, and you even showed him the small sketchbook you carried around to draw down your ideas for new jewelry. 

°You even started to draw a small portrait of him with a certain crow perched on his shoulder, which he didn’t even notice as he was hanging on each word you said. When he asked about the bird, you replied that « Sebastian made me think of one, it is a simple artistic liberty. Crows are very intelligent animals. »

°When you had to return home, you gifted him the portrait. « We will need to meet again soon, lord Phantomhive. You are truly an inspiration. » You said with a shier tone.

°He was blushing each time he thought of you on his ride back to the manor, and he would be caught dead before anyone knew he smiled while he was in bed that night. Much to Sebastian’s amusement.

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I wrote about how they met! I can image that they kept meeting up after that, and the "lady of the night" might have gotten herself into a lot of the phantomhive's shenanigans!

[xerith-42]

I decided to watch Void Paradox

I'm about five minutes into the first episode and I'm still not entirely sure if this is a good idea or not, but Laurance has already spoken like three lines of dialogue and I felt my heart wrench at just one of them, so clearly I'm in too deep now.

This post serves as my live tweeting/mental break down that I am currently having as we speak. It is very incomprehensible because it is literally just my thoughts as they happen, and given how much I have to say, I'll probably make proper posts out of a lot of these points once I finish the series.

This mess is just giving you a taste of the madness I truly posses.

I am only three minutes in before I have to pause and feel the urge to scream about how bad the dialogue in Aphmau series can be. Like this series is fairly okay, especially based on the standard set by her other shows but man... something is just not working here. The whole thing feels very clunky and while I can get the gist of what Jess is going for, the execution of said gist is leaving a lot to be desired.

[Laurance shows up]

nevermind Laurance is on screen and fully voice acted everything is better

Literally nobody talk to me I need to scream about Laurance Zvahl because he is EVERYTHING in this series. The way he very softly says Aph's name when he sees her, the immediate instinct to hug her because he's so relieved to see her, the fact that you can hear the smile in his voice the minute he registers that she's there and alive!! AUGH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!

And I literally screamed when he revealed that he was transported to this AU right at the end of season 1. Oh my Irene, I screamed. I collapsed. I was truly defeated by a single line of dialogue. I don't know where this series is going to go but I am here for it. And the fact that he knows Garroth did it and hid it from her???

I can't overstate how genuinely healing it is to hear Laurance fully voice acted. I know Sebastian Todd is retired from voice acting, but when he retired, he took down all his posts, including what I considered to be a comfort video. That video of him reading iconic Laurance lines from before he was in mcd/lines he just didn't act? That video was my everything when I was trying to hold onto this version of the character I knew I loved who was different to what Jess made him. When that video got taken down it was a major cowabummer bc there's so little properly voice acted Laurance content that isn't mcd Season 3 or My Street stuff (and I can't stand My Street like 80% of the time)

Hearing his voice, hearing him get to be properly expressive, it's just doing things to me man. I missed this character a lot. I've mostly been enjoying him through fan content or my own work. It's nice to say I enjoy a piece of canon content involving him, at least so far.

Still not sure how I feel about literally anything else. The whole relationship between Aph and Tommy feels very... weird. She describes herself as "basically his mother" after she's left with him, and treats him like it in the opening scene. But then when he's mocking her for being attracted to Laurance (so relatable), it seems really weird for a [checks wiki] 14 year old kid to be calling out his mom for finding someone hot. Feels a lot more like sibling dialogue to me? Which I guess they could be seen as siblings, but the series explicitly stated that she views it like motherhood??? But I don't think Jess is even thinking that deeply about it, I just over analyze her work for fun at this point.

Okay what the actual fuck is going on with the inside of this house???

Why is the color scheme purple and yellow? And not in any kind of flattering way which is possible with opposite colors, it just has both of them. The wallpaper changes when you get into the living room except not entirely on the windows, and in an earlier scene it looked like it wasn't even put onto all of the walls. And the wood that she used as supports just does not compliment either of these colors as they are. Just make it all purple, you know you want to Jess.

Also is the texture on the table and the glass the same??? I don't know a damn thing about modding or making texture/data packs for minecraft but that just seems. odd.

Laurance: mentions the nether Me: [screams just a little]

Tommy: shows up and gives a random ass lore dump Aph: Kay thanks go back to your room

"I don't know what I can do to help."

"Just be there for me. I just need someone to ground me right now."

I literally want to shake Laurance around like a rag doll and give him a stupid kiss on his stupid fucking face UGH why can't I be normal about this block man and his stupid feelings?!?! The way his voice breaks as despair sets in?? The fact that he's no doubt pieced together that Garroth probably stole the amulet and plans to use it to hurt Aph and he can't do anything about it?? I'm literally losing it.

How did I not watch this series before.

Literally about to cry over him just calling Aph "M'lady" out of pure instinct. He didn't consciously do that. He just misses her that much.

oh no spooky evil alternate Laurance or whatever--

MAN I'm so happy I decided to watch this series. This was probably a mistake though :)

[mainerowe]

LA TASK 01.

PART 1: THE BASICS

What is your full name? - Jermaine Sebastian Rowe

Where and when were you born? - Boston, Massachusetts. 12/09/1989

Who are/were your parents? (Know their names, occupations, personalities, etc.) - Mother: Nicki Rowe is an elementary school teacher and has been for over twenty years. She's wonderful with children and is very known and love for her work in the community. She's heavily in her community, church and is close with her son. Father: Ron Diaz is a fire fighter who lives in Miami with his now third wife and their children. When Maine was in high school it was in the agreement for him to spend the summers with his father. His father was always busy, conversations were awkward and dull. It wasn't until Jermaine was in college that his father wanted a real relationship with him, but they haven't spoken since.

Do you have any siblings? What are/were they like? - He has step siblings that he doesn't speak with, he doesn't know what they're like.

Where do you live now, and with whom? Describe the place and the person/people. - He lives alone in Long Beach, California in a beach home in a gated community.

What is your occupation? - College basketball coach for UCLA.

Write a full physical description of yourself. You might want to consider factors such as: height, weight, race, hair and eye color, style of dress, and any tattoos, scars, or distinguishing marks. - He's 6 foot 2, 204 pounds with a short cut, facial hair, brown eyes, and tattoos on his arms. He had a chest tattoo that he removed a few years ago. He has multiple scars from sports injuries.

To which social class do you belong? - Upper class.

Do you have any allergies, diseases, or other physical weaknesses? - No.

Are you right- or left-handed? - Right-handed.

What does your voice sound like? - Deep, raspy at times, with a slight accent.

What words and/or phrases do you use very frequently? - Chill. Nah. Aight.

What do you have in your pockets? - Money and his phone.

Do you have any quirks, strange mannerisms, annoying habits, or other defining characteristics? - He hoops to calm himself down, scratches the back of his neck when nervous and stares ahead of him when deep in thought.

PART 2: GROWING UP

How would you describe your childhood in general? - Fun, he had a lot of family and friends around him and his mother made sure he had everything he needed.

What is your earliest memory? - Getting ice cream on the weekends with his mom and going to the neighborhood park with his friends.

How much schooling have you had? - Graduated from college.

Did you enjoy school? - It had it's moments for him.

Where did you learn most of your skills and other abilities? - From his uncles, grandfather and mother.

While growing up, did you have any role models? If so, describe them. - Yes, his uncle. He was a loud but fun man that introduced him to the world of basketball. He was a scout for the ATL Braves and got him into a lot of games. His personality was magnetic.

While growing up, how did you get along with the other members of your family? - He got along with his mother's side of the family, but not his father's side.

As a child, what did you want to be when you grew up? - A firefighter.

As a child, what were your favorite activities? - Playing ball, video games and running track.

As a child, what kinds of personality traits did you display? - Playful, goofy, unserious, cocky and competitive.

As a child, were you popular? Who were your friends, and what were they like? - Once he became an athlete he was. His friends were mostly his boys that he grew up with.

When and with whom was your first kiss? - In middle school, forgot her name.

Are you a virgin? If not, when and with whom did you lose your virginity? - No, junior year of high school, Keila.

PART 3: PAST INFLUENCES

What do you consider the most important event of your life so far? - Taking care of his mother and buying her dream home.

Who has had the most influence on you? - His uncle.

What do you consider your greatest achievement? - His career accolades.

What is your greatest regret? - The way his last relationship ended.

What is the most evil thing you have ever done? - Dumped his ex and left the country right after.

Do you have a criminal record of any kind? - No, it would've ruined his career in college and still could now.

When was the time you were the most frightened? - Last year when his mom was in a car accident.

What is the most embarrassing thing ever to happen to you? - His mom walking in on him and his girlfriend when he was a teen.

If you could change one thing from your past, what would it be, and why? - All the summers he spent with his bio father, they were uneccesary.

What is your best memory? - Last Christmas with his mother in Barbados.

What is your worst memory? - His injury that stopped his first dream.

[melloniley]

Preparing for the Easter (Cielinny fanfic: Ciel Phantomhive x Finny)

(english isn't my native language, so please forgive me for any mistakes ^^ was inspired by the art of @i-n-e-a https://64.media.tumblr.com/b1bb86480d0213312610b8988f514840/5f53b9176a293aee-0d/s2048x3072/405a756083becc05e0777f2cca45c47697c2e350.jpg) Rated: PG-13

The kitchen was in complete chaos, screaming and noise. Basically, nothing new for the servants of the Phantomhive’s family. Bard again ruined the pie, for which Sebastian had already reprimanded him, Mey-Lin broke expensive wine glasses. And only Snake and Finnian were calmly busy painting eggs for the holiday of Easter. It seemed that there was no end to this chaos. Ciel was already used to the fact that his house was sometimes noisy, although he did not like too loud noises. However, it was precisely these sounds that instilled a kind of homely warmth that made one feel calm. But not for Sebastian. Perhaps he was already tired of all this, since over and over again he tried to push it into the servants’ heads to be more careful and attentive. The young master decided to check what the younger servants were doing so painstakingly.

While Finny was stubbornly trying to color the eggs, he didn’t even notice how the earl sat down next to him. Snake did it much better because of his long and neat fingers, like a pianist. And Finnian... it took him a lot of effort not to break another egg. However, even this has already begun to crack. This was starting to get a little annoying. Ciel watched this picture for some time, periodically looking at the expression on the blonde’s face. Maximum concentration and slight irritation. “Beautiful...” - a teenager would think. Perhaps this is so, but he’ll never admit it out loud.

Ciel began to notice the makings of feelings for his gardener even while he was caring about him in Sieglinde's castle. Perhaps Ciel missed those very tight hugs and someone else's warmth that Sebastian couldn’t give. And hugging a creature that literally wants to devour you didn’t bring much pleasure. In appearance, the brunette may seem strict and cold, but he still remains that boy with a lack of care and love. The attention from Lizzie was too intrusive and impudent. It was as if she was mentally screaming: “Here I am, only yours, you shouldn’t need anyone else.” In fact, this is how it should be, because she’s the future bride of the young master. The choice for Ciel had already been made a long time ago, which he disliked catastrophically. And Finny is like a small ray of light in this darkness of depressing events. Yes, he’s quite naive and sometimes stupid. But this is the purest soul among all the masked demons. Ciel comes out of his thoughts and notices that the gardener has broken another egg. Taking a deep breath, the boy leaned his head on his hand.

“Finny, do you need any help?” bocchan asked unexpectedly for the blond boy, causing him to flinch. “You’ve already broken the third egg; it seems to me that you need help to leave at least something for Easter.”

“Ah? Young master?!” boy perked up and immediately straightened up. “Sorry, I didn’t notice you. I was passionate about painting Easter eggs... And yeah, I'm not very good at it”

“It’s okay,” the earl laughed lightly. “I see you put a lot of effort into just putting a pattern on an egg. Of course, I can’t imagine how difficult it is for you, but let me hold it and you’ll paint it, okay? At least this way we'll avoid another egg you break”

“Mhm, let's try it. If you think it’ll be easier this way,” Finnian scratched the back of his head and, biting his lip, dipped the brush into the paint again. Ciel sincerely tried to help his servant, as he perfectly understood that the boy gets upset if something doesn’t work out for him. Gardener tried to draw beautiful patterns on the egg, but for some reason it still turned out clumsy and not as beautiful as Snake’s. Sighing, Finny examined the egg from all sides and looked at young master. “How do you like it, bocchan?”

“It’ll do for the first time, let’s do the next one,” Ciel put the painted egg aside and took another. Snake got distracted by the teenagers, looking up from his coloring.

“I think the egg looks strange. As if it fell into a swamp, Oscar said...” he commented, watching gardener and young master.

“Hey! Young master is actually helping me! Don’t meddle with your comments,” blond boy exclaimed and frowned, already applying a pattern of a different color to the egg. Ciel stood up and leaned slightly so that his face was almost above Finny's ear. The earl put his hand on the gardener's hand and squeezed it a little with his fingers to make it more comfortable to hold the brush.

“Look, there’s no need for sudden movements. Since the egg is too small, we’ll draw carefully and slowly,” young master spoke in a measured voice to calm Finnian down a little and give an example of how to draw correctly. The gardener was too stunned by such an action from bocchan that he seemed to have forgotten how to breathe. He was afraid of ruining this moment of sudden intimacy with a person he cared about. But at the same time, he was still able to direct his attention to what Ciel was showing him, although it was difficult to take his eyes off the smooth-looking skin and red lips.

“... And now in the middle of the flower we add yellow to complete our drawing. Like this... Finny, are you listening?” young master turned his head a little to understand that Finnian was watching the movements of his brush.

“Oh, yes... Yes! It turned out just great!” blonde boy beamed, smiling from ear to ear.

“Now try to draw a flower yourself. You can add hearts, stars - whatever your heart desires. I’ll watch you do it,” Ciel sat back on the bench and crossed his legs.

“I’ll try...” Finny bit his lip and, shooting his eyes at the gentleman again, chose paint and dipped his brush into it. He decided to draw the sun and flowers on the grass. Although there’s not enough space for creative thought, he’ll try to draw as beautifully as young master. And Ciel was still watching Finnian carefully. He really tried, because a boy just can’t do anything wrong after he was helped by the young master himself, whom he almost put high up in the sky.

“Here, look at it, young master. I’ve done paint” gardener looked at the gentleman with puppy dog ​​eyes, hoping to hear praise addressed to him.

“You’re making progress, Finny,” Ciel smiled slightly and tucked a lock of hair behind the gardener’s ear. “I hope you can continue without me. I have a French lesson soon, so I’ll have to leave you for a while.”

“Sure! It’s okay...” Finny blushed slightly. Snake followed the young master with his eyes and, looking at the blond, asked:

“How long will you remain silent about your feelings? You can't hide this forever, Emily said”

“Um? You don't understand, Snake, I wasn't even close to the young master... I'm just his servant, the gardener. And he’s an earl...,” the boy drooped and laid his head on the table. “He will never be able to love someone like me...”

“An attempt isn’t a torture. You didn't even try, Wild said” Snake put the basket of eggs aside.

“Maybe I’ll try someday, but not today. I guess I’ve already exhausted my limit of bocchan’s touches for this month,” Snake barely restrained his chuckle.

[smythedotcom]

WELCOME TO THE BLOG OF SEBASTIAN A. SMYTHE.

LIMA LOSER? OR IS THAT SEBASTIAN SMYTHE? THEY MIGHT EVEN PASS FOR HERMAN TOMMERAAS IN THE RIGHT LIGHT. THEY'RE 22, BUT STILL STUCK IN WESTERVILLE AT DALTON. THEY'VE BEEN CALLED THE TEMPEST, BUT PREFER TO BE THE NATURAL BORN LEADER. MAYBE IF THEY FIX THEIR AESTHETIC AKA DRIVING HOURS FOR YOUR PERFECT COFFEE ORDER, FLICKING CIGARETTE BUDS OUT ON THE ASTRO-TURF AT THE COUNTRY CLUB, DANCING AND DRINKING YOUR FEARS AWAY & USING THE PERFUME SAMPLES IN MAGAZINES TO WIPE YOUR TEARS THEY'LL GET THEIR WAY. WORD ON THE SHOW CHOIR BLOGS ARE THEY'RE IN THE WARBLERS. SO GOOD LUCK TO THEM!

want to know more? well, ur in the right place ↓ 

THE BASICS:

name: sebastian anton smythe

nicknames: seb, bash, cunt (both affectionate & derogatory)

pronouns: he/him

gender: cis male

birthday/zodiac: twenty two, july 25th - making me a gemini making me a leo.

birthplace: westerville, oh

relationship status: single

sexuality: gay aromantic

occupation: i don't do that <3

sports/clubs: warbler and co-captain of the dalton lacrosse team

major/minor: a junior majoring in arts management

languages: english, french, a little japanese.

social media handles: @smythedotcom on everything

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE:

height: 5'10

build: slim athletic

eye color: hazel

hair color: light brown

piercings: ear lobes

tattoos: the words 'tell me i'm your national anthem' from lana del rey's national anthem on my lower back. my favorite song,

other distinguishing features: a shit-eating smirk and oodles of charisma!

style: i'm always giving preppy, y2k-inspired, abercrombie & fitch.

PERSONALITY/INTERESTS:

traits: confident,  persuasive, determined, egotistical, closed-off, opportunistic.

likes: trashy early 2000’s clothes & music, starting twitter drama, reading people their horoscopes from teen magazines, iced oat lattes, one-upping people, explaining the lore of degrassi; the next generation (i was diagnosed with ADHD, and my insane degrassi knowledge is the lingering remains of a six year long hyperfixation. i've now put all of his pent-up energy into glee), showing off my backflip to people.

dislikes: fake-deep music and poetry, desaturated colors, snitches, boring romantic period pieces (where's the sex????), people who underestimate me, the texture of velvet, being told that i'm 'too much', staying in on a friday night.

fears: elevators & loneliness

skills: piano, music, the remains of the gymnastics classes i took in middle school, drinking everyone under the table.

quirks: i'm a self-confessed cheek biter. the amount of times i've nearly taken a chunk out of the inside of my own face, just call me hannibal lecter.

hobbies: rewatching degrassi, taking online 'which ___ are you' buzzfeed quizzes, taking gym selfies while not doing a whole lot at the gym beyond a treadmill strut, scheming & deviously planning

music tastes: just listen to it yourself here

myers-briggs: entp

kinsey scale: 6. gay as you like.

strengths: my leadership, my extremely attractive body and face - great for seduction, and also that backflip i mentioned before.

weaknesses: not so good at person-to-person communication.

do you know me? let's connect.

[ashsocsandrps]

BASIC INFO

Name: Oliver Valentine

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Somewhere in Oregon

Religion / Belief: not religious

Year (Age): 19

Birthday: 10/9/04

Death: 10/10/2024

Preferred Title/nickname: Val

LIKES & DISLIKES

Personality: Hes kind, sometimes a little crazy, and paranoid/anxious, yet hes also very clueless he tends to forget things a lot, and very easily. its most likely from pushing down what happened to him deep down.

Likes: he likes painting, finger painting, listening to music. and running.

Dislikes: he hates the ocean, he def has beef with the anglers.

APPEARANCE - BEFORE EXPERIMENTS

Hair Colour: black

Eye Colour: green

Skin Colour: white/pale

Body Type: skinnier but with a bit of chubbiness to his bones

Scars: none

Hand Size: skinny hands, longer nails

Genetic Conditions / Disabilities: red birth marks on his hands and chest

APPEARANCE - AFTER EXPERIMENTS

Hair Colour: white

Eye Colour: red

Skin Colour: a pink shade

Body Type: skinnier but with a bit of chubbiness to his bones

Scars: scars all over his body, from the constant experiments.

Hand Size: skinny hands, longer nails

Genetic Conditions / Disabilities: his red birth marks turned into a light pink, still in the same places. A slightly different shade from his skin color

NEW BODY: His skin was a light pink, just like those pink dolphins, with random white/black spots just like an orca whale. His back had a small shark fin coming out of his uniform. Fins as ears, just like a lil fish. and gills the the sides of his ribs

EXTRASENSORY

Smells like: he smells like caramel. surprisingly not like fish, due to him living in the ocean.

Feels like: his skin is rugged, due to the scars.

EMOTIONAL

Common Expressions: His usual expression had a worried look, the constant anxiety was rushing through his body just made him an anxious mess.

Most Common Mood:

Happy when: he happy when he finds new things in the rooms he explores, he usually just finds files and stuff, but he LOVES wen he finds new flashlights and toys.

Sad when: Hes usually sad/anxious, but he normally forgets why.

Afraid of: the ocean, he stays as far away from the windows and keeps headphones in his ears to drown out the sounds from outside.

FAMILY

Mother: REDACTED

Father: REDACTED

Parent Jobs (if any): REDACTED

Siblings: REDACTED

Notable Family Members: REDACTED

Family Home: REDACTED

Related Families: REDACTED

Family Wealth: REDACTED

Upbringing: REDACTED

FRIENDS

Best Friend: REDACTED

Childhood Friends: REDACTED

Friends Currently: none

Strained Friendships: REDACTED

Type of Friend: He tends to forget who the people are when he sees them again, he barely even remembers REDACTED name.

Willingness to Make Friends: Mid

Become their friend by: giving him random things, he may forget but he will love you for it.

Favourite gifts from friends: He doesn't remember who it was, but he got a gummie flashlight, he loves the green light

ENEMIES

Enemies (if any): REDACTED

How to become disliked by character: Stealing from him, touching him, hurting him. he usually doesn't remember tho.

How enemies are treated: He doesn't remember the people who do him wrong.

Be forgiven by: giving him things, even if its a few files, he loves buying random things from Sebastian when he sees him.

Worst thing done by enemy: He was experimented on, and heavily injured. He hates the workers/scientists who did this to him. making him into a monster.

LINKS

Pinterest Board: none (for now)

Spotify Playlist:

RP Blog (if any): https://www.tumblr.com/ashsocsandrps?source=share

Faceclaim: unknown

Voiceclaim: Angsty Teen (fnaf)

Handwriting font:

Character inpirations: pressure oc!!

This is a really bad drawing of him, I tried my best but it's just horrible 🥲

[shingagames]

What Your Favorite Stardew Romance Says About You

Abigail - you have a weakness for goth gamer girls, and you probably watch a LOT of anime - you having ADHD isn't required but it is highly likely

Alex - you have a soft spot for jerks who warm up to you over time, and you love the vulnerability they eventually trust you with. And as far as interests go, you would probably consider doing various sports and outdoor activities if it wasn't so... outside

Emily - if you yourself don't collect crystals and rocks, I'd be a little bit surprised - at the very least you claim to read astrology stuff ironically but deep down you believe more than you'll admit

Elliot - you'd much prefer to live that kind of swept-away-romance you read about in books, but you're also a sucker for some one who can WRITE that stuff while LOOKING like they could be a romance protagonist - you may not be pulled into a passionate kiss on horseback during the sunset, but you can cuddle up to some one who'll read to you about it while you play with their luxurious hair

Haley - Combining hotness with meanness is basically your bread and butter. You won't put up with outright being mistreated, but a pretty girl who can glare you down and make your spine turn into jello is immediately going to capture your heart

Harvey - You're probably, at least spiritually if not physically, over 30 years old

Leah - Living in the woods and enjoying nature's beauty every day sounds like a dream to you. A beautiful redhead to live with in that woods? Even better.

Sam - You're either rather young yourself or you have a young heart. Seeing a young person starting out in the world and pursuing their dreams gives you hope, and you're very encouraging

Sebastian - You play too many video games and you know way too much about at least one comic book character. Half your life, minimum, is spent on the computer. You haven't worn a bright color in years - that being said, you crave a lot more love and companionship than you’ll openly admit

Maru - Your heart is instantly captured by science and technology, even more so by some one beautiful who excels in that area. You could listen to that pretty person for hours rambling on about things you don't even technically understand. You get excited over science articles even if it's an area of science you've never once explored before - all of it is amazing

Shane - You are drawn in by people's pain and struggles - you think there's hope for everyone, and you want to be a part of that person's healing. You've definitely gotten too close and been burned by it a few times, but you still haven't given up on the idea that there's a better life waiting for anyone

Penny - You love a gentle and loving soul. You're good with kids even if you yourself don't have any, and you support and respect education for all. You also try hard to ignore the darker parts of your own life and spend more time than might be healthy disappearing into a good book

[achillieus]

let you down. (sebastian stan x reader)

summary: it's a universal truth but it's worth repeating; feelings eat us raw. or just an actor and a girl falling in and out of love over the course of three months.

(this was inspired by sebastian's visit to greece for his movie, monday, and is based on that, so that means in the story we’re in 2018. also i have this posted on ao3 too but while i’m writing the last parts i thought of posting it here too)

pairing: sebastian stan x reader

warnings: alcohol, sexual references, implied depression, sebastian desperately needs to hug the reader, it's kinda slowburn because i love the yearning

(pinterest inspired board)

part: 1/6

(other parts)  (masterlist)

The day it happened, it wasn't a significant meeting at all, you barely even talked. In fact, when he opened the door of your neighbor’s flat that day with a beer in his right hand and his hair messy, he didn't have any effect on you. You always knew that living next to a director meant that sooner or later you’d bump into the pretty faces of well-known people. Sure, you didn’t expect them to be Hollywood actors like him, but to say you were starstruck by the man, would be the overstatement of the year.

The building you’ve lived in for the last three years has five floors; you live in the 4th, he lives in the 5th. He’s a quiet person, usually spending his evenings out of his apartment. You’ve talked sometimes, about the weather and the weird lady that lives in the 1st floor. You’ve never told him you find his directing style a little pretentious.

You’ve never been to his place until that annoyingly warm August evening, when you find a white button up shirt on your balcony. You can clearly see more clothing when you look up and you’re certain the item you’re holding belongs to him.

He’s not there though. Instead you find a different face behind the door. Lighter eyes and darker hair. The man in front of you is definitely younger than the director. You don’t bother to notice what he’s wearing.

“Can I help you?” His voice is deeper than you expected. Stronger, with a touch of European accent. The sound of English surprises you at first but soon you realize he must be another foreign coworker that came to visit your neighbor

“No, I just think Argyris dropped this and it ended up on my floor.”

He looks at you and then at the shirt, in your hands.

Then he says “Sure, I’ll take it.”

“Okay.”

Then it ends. He doesn’t even ask your name. You don’t have to ask his. You figure out, as soon as you walk down the stairs, that it’s Sebastian Stan that you just talked to.

And while being a big fan of marvel movies, you think nothing special of him at first. You just wonder how a mostly unknown director from Greece got an actor like Sebastian to come here so they can work together. It makes no sense to you, but you forget it when your phone starts ringing.

/

It would’ve been easier if you never saw him again, yet you do. You see him trying to understand what the old lady from the first floor is trying to tell him. You already know. The elevator is not working. The next day you see him walking up the stairs.

You exchange a quick hello, how are you and then off you both go.

The same night Argyris invites you to have a drink with them in the terrace. Part of you wants to just stay in bed and binge watch some Sherlock episodes. Part of you already thinks of what to wear.

There are around ten people there when you show up. They’re all sitting down in huge pillows drinking and talking loudly. You don’t know most of them.

You sit next to a blonde girl, across from Sebastian. This time you notice he’s wearing a plain black shirt and holds a glass of whiskey.

You don’t share any direct conversations but you learn that he’s afraid of growing old and that he thinks Taxi Driver is one fucking masterpiece, as he says.

When you mention that you’re probably the least artistic person in the room right now, you hear him laugh.

A curly haired woman starts dancing with him at some point. You decide he’s not a good dancer.

He leaves the same time you do, following you down the stairs.

“I thought you live here.” You say when he doesn’t stop at the floor you expect him to.

“Ah no, I stay at a hotel near the centre.”

He keeps talking about his suite until you reach your door.

You part in a blur, with a short goodbye.

He still doesn’t ask for your name.

It makes you feel genuinely offended.

/

Two days after, he is the farthest thing from your mind, until you find him sitting in front of your door, his eyes roaming the place with despair. And then he sees you.

“Ah finally you are here.” He starts casually. “Thank god.”

You just nod.

“Argyris told me to wait for him with you. We had a meeting but he got stuck in traffic.”

You give him a look.

“He said you’re always at home so you won’t mind.”

Ouch. Yeah sure, your social life wasn’t something to brag about but for some reason the way Sebastian said it, it sounded like an insult.

“Okay, come in.” You shrug, clearly not feeling comfortable and turn around to unlock the door.

You hear him call your name. You thought he didn’t know.

“Yes?”

He offers you an easy smile.  “Thank you.”

/

Sitting in your couch he’s eyeing the entire room, while you put some groceries in the fridge.

“Argyris says you’re a great girl.” He clears his throat. “But he thinks you’re too quiet for your own good.”

You look at him, your eyes flicking up and down his face.

“And from what I can tell, he’s right.”  You hear him laugh.

It felt weird to see him laugh while he was leaning back at your cozy pillow. He had entered your life so suddenly you didn’t even have time to react to it.

“I’m sorry but I barely know you.” Your words are sharp. He sits up.

“Okay then let’s get to know each other, what’s your favorite Disney princess?”

Defeated, you laugh. “Are you kidding me?”

“No, this is an important question.”

You wait for him to crack up but then you remember he’s an actor.

“I don’t know.” You think for a second. “Mulan?”

“Oh my god. Mulan is amazing.” You smile at him. “My favorite is Jasmine, she’s just so badass.”

You share your favorites that day, having almost nothing in common rather than your everlast love for animated movies and buttered popcorn.

When it’s time for him to leave, he stops and looks at you in the eye.

“You should talk more often.”

You stare at him with confusion. “I talk,” you raise your eyebrows. “When I have something to say.”

“Good.” he says, still looking.

/

Later in the evening, you’re eating some yoghurt when he comes knocking on your door.

He’s different. The white tank top he was wearing this morning is replaced with a dark shirt and his face looks tired. You assume they’ve been working since he went upstairs.

“Hiii”, he says dragging the i, “Am I interrupting anything?”

You desperately want to nod. You want to tell him that you were doing the most exciting thing in the world, before he came but you were never a good liar.

So you just tilt your head and take a step back.

That’s when he enters and is met with some loud rock music blaring from your laptop.

“You like AC/DC?” he asks, almost wide-eyed.

“Well, I can tell it’s them when I hear their stuff.”  For the first time that day, he seems to be in loss of words. “Why are you so surprised?”

He sits in the same spot in the couch as earlier and laughs.

“I just didn’t take you for the kind of girl who likes this music.” It’s your turn to laugh.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I don’t know. Quiet girl who loves animated films and eats kids’ yoghurt” he looks at the carton in your kitchen table, “and also likes metal music? Doesn’t add up.”

“We’ve basically just met; you shouldn’t make assumptions about me.”

“Fair enough.” He sits back, fidgeting with his fingers.

You take some time just looking at him

There was a certain vibe about that man that made you wonder how it’d feel to cruise down a dessert highway in a convertible mustang with him. In the summer. With him wearing that white tank top.

The color of strawberries emerges at your cheeks just at the thought of it.

You wish he doesn’t notice.

You’re glad to find him looking the other way, before he speaks up.

“We’re going out tonight.” His voice is warm now. “Argyris says you should come along, even though I’m quite sure there’s no hardcore music where we’re going.” He laughs again.

I can’t. You almost say. But then anxiety slips away from you and out of sudden you want him to stop being so freaking arrogant, going around and acting like he knows exactly what kind of person you are.

He thinks you’ll say no. You can see it in his eyes.

“Sure, when should I be ready?” you say, surprising both of you.

He looks at you for some time and then trying to hide whatever he was thinking he says the first thing on his mind.

“How old are you?” He sounds pitiful. He knows. He wishes he could hit a wall; with his head.

“Twenty-one.” His eyes scan yours, unsure of what they’re looking for. “Why?”

“No reason.”

He inhales deep.

/

You try to blink. You’re at a party in a little bar you’ve never been before and a lot of people are wearing black. Alcohol. You can still taste it on the back of your tongue. You don’t remember how you end up pressed against a dark skinned man, but you can tell he smells of cigarettes and despair.

You sway your body to the beat, close your eyes. Breath in. And out. You think the music deafens you for a second but you open your lids and see Sebastian and he’s watching you, unashamed.

He’s not that far, though it feels like it with countless bodies in the way. The music melts. His gaze is almost angelic. Or devious. You can’t really tell.

He’s dancing with that curly haired woman again. You wonder how intimate their relationship is.

The red neon lights make his skin glisten. His muscles move divinely. It makes you think there’s an entire world inside him, his flesh barely keeping it hidden. Out of sudden you get the urge to walk towards him. You want to see him up close under this dim lighting. But you don’t move.

The man that’s groping your waist asks for your name. You tell him you need to flee. He doesn’t understand.

You sit outside with the sweet summer breeze touching your bare arms. The bass of the music in the background syncs with the beating of your heart. You can feel your ribs grow with every breath you take. Until you stop breathing because the door opens and his eyes suffocate you.

You can’t fathom the effect he has on you. He was a pretty face on screen some days ago. But right now he steals distance and stays near you.

You don’t look his way. He doesn’t say a word. Nicotine and smoke surround you as he exhales. His fingers hold the cigarette butt with care.

“Do you want some?”

You turn to look at him.

“I don’t smoke.” He laughs.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t want some.”

You want to know if his breath has the taste of sulfur. You want to pretend it’s the alcohol or the loud music that makes your head hurt.

“What’s the best part of being an actor?” The blue in his eyes glows.

There’s silence but he seems to be thinking about it.

“Do you ever feel things too much?” He says, his voice hoarse. “I mean, when you feel something so intensely it becomes a part of who you are.”

You nod. You understand.

“Acting allows you to let go of these feelings,” he starts. “You share the burden with the audience until it becomes light and you can hold it again.”

You look at him, shaking your head.

“I don’t think I could that,” you close your eyes. “I don’t think I could share what I feel so easily.”

He stands up. The wind hits you again.

“A lot people can’t. That’s why everyone is heartbroken,” he takes a breath, “Feelings eat us raw.”

You both go to bed alone that night. Tomorrow there is a hole next to you.

/

the morning after, search history

(02:45 PM) hangover recovery

(03:00 PM) best food after a hangover

(03:10 PM) sebastian stan

(03:30 PM) sebastian stan girlfriend

(06:00 PM) xanax side effects

/

You follow him on Instagram. He doesn’t follow you back. You remember he probably gets tons of followers every day and decide not to let it bother you. Instead you study for the exams of the following month.

The subject of your studies doesn’t interest you. Another poor decision you made under pressure. Sometimes you feel as if your life is borrowed from someone else. Sometimes you feel as if you haven’t found your home yet.

Feelings eat us raw.

His girlfriend looks beautiful in the pictures you find online. The media isn’t certain if they’re still together but you like to think so. It makes it easier to avoid him.

But the universe seems to be oblivious to your thoughts and you see him that same day. You’re taking the garbage out and he’s coming down from the top floor. You meet in the elevator.

“I’m glad to see you’re still alive,” his eyes are smiling as he talks “you looked kinda drunk last night.”

You fidget with the hem of the bag you’re holding.

“I wasn’t drunk.” You notice he’s growing some stubble. You’re not sure you like it.

“Whatever you say, doll.”  You bite your cheek trying to devour any sign that might give away how his words make you flinch.

He turns his body a little so now you’re facing each other. He’s so pretty. He’s so pretty in a way that doesn’t hurt. You try not to stare at him, but you fail sometimes. You’ve never noticed how slow the elevator moves until you want to get out. You can’t stand being so close to him for much longer.

He’s an arrogant rich actor who loves Disney and smokes a lot, you think. I have no reason to be affected by him.

“Ah! Argyris said we’re leaving for the weekend.” You eye him curiously. “He wants to show us some small villages in the south. He thinks we should get to know the country a little more before we start.”

You’re stunned by your neighbor’s dedication to his work. Sometimes you wish you had something you could be passionate about too. Sometimes you think you’re never going to find it.

“That’s great. I’m sure you’ll like it.” You give him a smile.

He leans his back at the wall. The elevator stops. Finally.

“I like your eyes.” You grab tight onto the bag. “But they don’t smile when you do.”

He opens the door and he’s gone.

They tell you that it’s fun to meet a famous person. They tell you, you can ask for a photo and a hug. They tell you celebrities don’t talk a lot but that doesn’t mean they’re rude.

But he’s not like that.

He’s fire. He’s burning heat and scorching flames. His words are his thoughts; raw. You don’t like it.

/

late night search history

(00:38 AM) blue valentine movie soundtrack

(01:15 AM) is sebastian stan a bad person

(01:30 AM) acting classes for amateurs

(01:50 AM) cheap leather boots

(02:10 AM) sebastian stan eyes

 You find it annoying; how he’s present even when you’re alone.

Thankfully he’s leaving for the weekend, you think.

/

The weekend, however, is two days away.

You think you can get away without seeing him. And you do. Until it’s late at night again. And they’re all upstairs with music so loud you’re certain the lady on the first floor is going to be rude about it in the morning.

The music tempo has you unaffected. All you think about is if he’s dancing with that woman again.

He’s such a bad dancer, he should not be dancing.

There’s a subtle knock on your door. You know it’s him. You hope you’re wrong.

“Do you feel like dancing?” His face is all flustered. It’s a good look on him.

“You can’t come knocking on my door at 2 AM and ask me to dance.” His gaze is filled with confusion.

“So you don’t feel like dancing?” You roll your eyes. He notices.

“That’s not the point Sebastian.” It’s the first time you call him by his name. You let it slip away slowly, testing the way it sounds coming out of your mouth.

He takes a step closer. You are suddenly aware of your pyjama shorts and your exposed skin.

“I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to irritate you.” His eyes are the cliché blue of the sky. “I just thought you might want to dance, that’s all.”

Suddenly you feel guilty and embarrassed. He’s oblivious to it.

For a moment you feel his eyes linger on you. It feels surreal.

You nod at him.

He’s ready to say something when Argyris comes down the stairs, his shirt slightly unbuttoned.

“Ah man, I thought you got lost or something.” You lower your eyes. “Stop messing with the poor girl. People are looking for you.”

He throws a smile at you and Sebastian takes a quick breath.

“People are always looking for me.”

He gives away that he’s carrying a burden. Your expression softens. But then you look at Argyris and you see he doesn’t really pay attention to these words.

You share a quick look before you’re there standing alone at your doorstep, trying to grasp the idea of him.

/

When you wake up you feel like running. You can’t fathom where the feeling comes from but it starts like a liquid running down your veins and soon you can’t stay in bed even for a second.

Feelings eat us raw. Only if you let them.

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i really appreciate feedback, it motivates me tons and also tell me if you’d like to be tagged in this six part story :)

[oigimi]

. owlet .

. mozart and baby oc . found family . 1.9k words .

here’s a found family fic that’s been in my head for awhile now! i really hope you like it. mozart seems like the kind of guy to have a daughter

A cry filled the mansion’s halls, piercing the ears of all who heard it. It was relatively late at night, and everyone was gathered at the front door, staring at quite the unusual package. Gifts and shipments would grace the mansion’s front doors often, but this… this was something entirely different. Rather than a case of Rouge or Blanc, or a bouquet of roses or anything in the ordinary, the residents of le Comte’s mansion stood in front of a baby girl in a basket, with a tag attached reading, “My name is Asuka. Please take care of me.”

“Asuka… Just like- Ah, never mind,” Sebastian started, waving his hand. He bent down to pick the screaming infant up, only to have her screech even louder, and swat her hands around in an angry little tornado.

“Sebas, you’re holding her wrong! You need to-” Arthur’s attempts at calming Asuka were even more fruitless, with her fighting to wriggle out of his arms. He passed her on to Theo, who scared her. She was given to Comte, then Leonardo, then eventually everyone in the room before being returned to her basket.

Vincent looked downwards, his mouth tugged downwards in a frown. “What do we do? I feel so bad for her, she won’t even stop crying. Poor little baby…”

“Broer, she tried to bite you!”

“She’s just little and scared! You were like that too once, Theo.”

As the younger brother clammed up, a final face showed itself that hadn’t been present before.

“What’s all this noise? Whatever you’re all doing, can you wrap it up soon? Or perhaps be a little quieter?” Mozart hissed, marching right up to his roommates and their new problem. He caught sight of Asuka and wrinkled his nose. “Arthur, did one of your little flings catch up with you?”

“No! She’s just a darling little thing that showed up on our porch and we simply can’t get her to stop crying. If you want to get her to be quiet, why not try and hold her?”

Mozart looked at the screeching infant, whose face was reaching a color as hot and fiery as her hair. “No,” he simply said. Babies were messy and loud and provided everything he didn’t want in his life. But, Arthur was right. If there was any way he could try and fix the problem, it was to try and hold this thing. Mozart took a deep breath and took the baby out from the basket, shaking his head and awkwardly cradling her in his arms. “There… there. I suppose.”

“You’re supposed to bounce her,” Vincent chuckled, guiding Mozart into rocking Asuka to the rhythm of his heartbeat. “Just like that.” They looked down, and everyone’s faces melted into shock when Asuka finally stopped crying. Her big, glossy blue eyes were coated with tears, but she stared up in wonder at Mozart, or rather the feather in his jacket. She reached her tiny hand out to grab it.

“No. You’re just going to put it in your mouth and get sick.”

Asuka scrunched her face and pouted, reaching a little harder for the feather. She fussed, to which Mozart simply scoffed.

“No.”

“No!” she echoed, shaking her head. “No, no!”

“She’s already learning to speak like him,” Arthur snickered. “Oh, isn’t that just precious?”

Mozart glared at him as he tried to keep the baby away from his feather. He sat down on the couch, holding Asuka away from his body as if she carried a disease. “How long do I have to hold this thing?”

“Until she goes to sleep. Mozart, can’t you take care of this baby for just one night until we can figure out what to do with her?” Comte asked, tilting his head to the side. “It would mean you can get to your music faster, anyway.”

He looked at Asuka, who was still making fruitless attempts to obtain Mozart’s jacket feather, scowling in contempt at her. “Fine. But only for one night.”

“We all know how ‘just for tonight’ goes. You’ll be with her on her wedding day now!” Dazai mused, earning another deep scowl.

“I am not fathering this child.”

Asuka began to fuss, wriggling around and squirming in Mozart’s arms. He moved his arms so that she was gently pressed against him. “There… I suppose.” He swayed his body to the rhythm Vincent showed him, slowly patting her back. Before he knew it, she was yawning and her grabbing began to stop. “Hm. I’m putting her down to bed. Then I’m going back to my music.”

“Are you sure you should leave her alone? I think she’s gotten quite fond of you!” Arthur chuckled. “You might just wake her up if you leave.”

“Are you serious?” He groaned and looked down at the baby. “I guess I’m going to go to sleep too. The sooner I sleep the sooner time moves forward. Goodnight.”

Without another word, Mozart made a quick stop in the kitchen to warm up some milk. He swiped some chocolate, and glanced down at Asuka. She looked so… relaxed. So cute, even. Mozart couldn’t deny that he didn’t like babies, but the child he held in his arms felt a little different. He didn’t like her very much, but he couldn’t let anyone else take care of her. For some reason, it felt warm in his chest when she would only relax in his arms. As if he was meant to be her father in some way.

He grabbed a second, little cup with this in mind.

When he got to his room, Mozart made a tiny bed on the carpet with layers and layers of blankets and pillows, and laid Asuka down in it. She stirred, and made little cries in her sleep. Was she upset that Mozart had set her down? Could she even tell? It didn’t matter, he still felt a little bad for her. “We’ll get you a proper bed tomorrow. I couldn’t put you in a drawer or in your small basket,” he sighed. “You’re annoying and I don’t like you, but you’ll get a crib tomorrow. Goodnight, owlet.”

------

The next morning was full of diapers, crying, hissy fits, and screaming. Sebastian had run to pick up some basic supplies, but it ultimately did very little in the vampires’ battle against a fussy baby. She didn’t like peas, she didn’t like corn, and Vincent had to learn that babies can’t eat pancakes. What could she eat that would make her happy?

“Warm milk,” Mozart huffed, taking some off the stove. He poured some in the little cup he’d carried and let it cool off to a safe temperature. With some strict, yet gentle coercion, he managed to bring the cup to Asuka’s lips and help her drink as much as her tiny stomach could handle. “What was so hard? Babies like milk.” He grumbled a bit and cleaned out the cup. “Morons.”

“Well well well! You really are like a natural father to her!” Dazai chuckled. “What did we predict?”

“Nothing. I’m just not a fool,” Mozart snapped back, lifting Asuka out of the chair and burping her. “The plan today is to get some more supplies. But I am shopping for them.”

“Are you sure you do not want anyone to help carry anything?” Jean mumbled. “I can hold items at the store for you and help take them home.”

“That would be great, thank you.”

Jean’s workplace ended up with a bit more than he expected, with a nice crib and mobile and a lot of bottles and sippy cups. The Frenchman blinked at the juxtaposition between the baby supplies and the items of war he sold in the shop. Mozart mentioned only taking care of Asuka for a few days. The abundance of furniture seemed like overkill.

At a nearby store, Mozart stood next to a stroller with his fussy responsibility inside. He scanned the shelves for toys, putting a set of blocks, paints, and a few stuffed animals inside. He stopped, however, when he laid eyes upon a stuffed snowy owl. “Just like Schelm…” he chuckled. He took the toy off the shelf and held it to Asuka. “Do you want an owl? An owl for the owlet?”

“Ow,” she replied, reaching out for the toy. “Ow!”

“Is that your way of saying ‘owl’? Alright, here you go. Be nice to it.” He paid for the toys and found himself looking in the stroller at the baby. She was cuddling her new toy and inspecting its wings and rubbing it, inspecting it for anything of interest. “It’s just a stuffed animal. Silly,” he chuckled. “Let’s get you home now. I have a feeling you’ll start screaming here in a moment.”

By the time night had arrived, the crib, bookshelf, mobile, and toys were all set up. Asuka was shaking a rattle on the floor when Mozart picked her up. “Alright, it’s time for bed. Come on.”

“Noooo!” she cried. “Nooooooo!”

“Yes. Come on.”

She fussed and began to cry, reaching down at the floor for her rattle.

“No rattles in bed,” Mozart huffed. “Here, I have something you can take in bed.” He reached down on the floor and handed her the stuffed owl. “Here. Your owl.”

“Ow.”

“That’s right. Your ow,” Mozart chuckled, setting Asuka down in the crib with her stuffed toy. “Goodnight, Asuka. You’re a silly little owlet who needs plenty of sleep. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

With that, he wound up a music box and turned off the lights.

------

“Papa, can I get the first slice?” Asuka asked, beaming wide at a large cake in the kitchen. “Better yet, I want the whole thing!”

“You can’t have the whole cake because you’ll get sick. You have my sweet tooth.” Mozart finished moving the cake to the table and sighed, “I can’t believe you’re sixteen years old now.”

“Old enough to get a boyfriend!”

“Let’s not go that far.”

“But you said when I turned sixteen I could!! Papa, you’re being unfair.”

Mozart chuckled and ruffled his daughter’s hair. “Alright, go sit down at the table.”

She did as she was told and grinned, admiring all the presents everyone in the mansion had bought for her. From personalized books from Uncle Arthur to a paint set from Uncle Vincent to expensive clothes from rich Uncle Comte, Asuka was surrounded with so many luxuries given to her by the people who loved her. She was adopted into the greatest family she could imagine, and by the best father she could ever want. Sure, Asuka had a bit of an attitude sometimes, but she always knew when the important things needed to be said.

“I love you Papa,” she murmured, getting up and hugging Mozart. “Thanks for taking care of me, and thanks for all the birthday gifts.”

He smiled, embracing his daughter tightly in his arms. “I love you too. I love you so, so much, Asuka. You gave my life and music meaning like no other… Are you crying?”

“N-no! I don’t cry!”

“Okay.” He kissed his daughter’s forehead and sat down at the table. “No matter how old you get, whether you’re sixteen or sixty, you’ll always be my little owlet. I love you so much, and happy birthday.”

[againstsquares]

character sheet.

   basics.

full name.  benjamin byrd. known as.  ben byrd. nickname(s).    benny, byrd, birdie, benji. gender.   cis male. age.   i write ben anywhere from 16 til 40 zodiac.   libra. spoken languages.   english, german.

   physical characteristics.

hair color.  a light brown, short but shaggy, slightly wavy and a little curly sometimes. eye color.   dark brown. body type.   broad shoulders, toned arms, a pudgier belly. voice.  mostly soft and deep but clear. when tired or anxious more droning and from his chest, making it hard to understand him sometimes. dominant hand.   left. posture.   he tries to mind his posture, especially at work. at home or with friends when he is relaxed, he naturally tilts a bit towards the ground and slouches, trying to keep himself small.   tattoos.  none birthmarks.   some small ones, not really noticeable.

   childhood.

place of birth.   chicago. hometown.   flushing, queens, nyc. sibling(s).   heather byrd. parents.   johnny byrd and darling geralds (out of the picture). raised by.   aunt, josephine geralds (deceased).

   adult life.

occupation.   ben has worked in a game store and a comic book store while he was in university and after that he worked as a high school counsellor and some years he teaches civics as well. close friends.   danny ryder, kaaviya musa (heathers partner), he is good friends with a colleague at work called jonesy who teaches english. relationship status.   has dated a girl called eileen for a year when he was in university. after this he sometimes dates or hooks up, but nothing serious. (except of course until endgame mara banks comes along in a very important verse) financial status.   usually not too great, especially in his early twenties he has to make do with little money. he got out of high school with no savings and no family to support him. when he gets a stable job at a school it gets a bit better, but there are times when he isn’t able to work much because of his mental health and he has to mind his expenses again. besides that he has a lot of student- and medical debt he still needs to pay off. driver’s license.   none. criminal record.  none.

   sex and romance.

romantic orientation.   bi.   sexual orientation.   bi.   preferred emotional role.   ben likes to take care of his partner and often prefers not to burden them too much with his own baggage which he mostly views as exceptionally hard for others to deal with. preferred sexual role.   mostly submissive and more serviceable to the other, if able to still feel in control. can be more dominant if the other is really into it. libido.   mostly low, especially when he is on anti-depressants. turn-ons.  verbal reassurance, dirty talk, when the other is confident. sometimes he likes rough sex, sometimes he thinks he’s pretending to like it. turn-offs.   disrespect, pushiness, violence. love language.   acts of service. relationship tendencies.   ben has a difficulty judging if a partner is good for him. due to his childhood abuse it takes him a lot of energy to figure out how to set healthy boundaries, and communicate his needs. he is scared of a partner or loved one lying to him or hurting him and leaving him. when he was younger he tried to make things work out with the people he was dating but things always turned complicated quickly and ended before it could get too serious. when his mental health got really bad he mostly stopped actually dating and preferred to only occasionally hook up with people he didn’t really wanted to keep in touch with anyway to stay focused on himself and spare his energy. it took years, but he is now carefully feeling more connected and trusting around others, which helps him to feel more relaxed while dating.

   miscellaneous.

character’s theme song.   i want the world to stop, belle & sebastian. hobbies to pass time.   ben likes to read comics, play (indie) games, watch video essays on trivial things, play table top games, he used to play d&d, likes to go to the cinema and tries to like to go on walks. when seeing friends in the evening he prefers to go to a bar or pub, but when he’s drunk enough (which happens a lot) he’s easily convinced to go clubbing as well. heather likes to go kite flying, and sometimes ben likes to come along. mental illness(es).   post traumatic stress disorder, depression, symptoms of obsessive–compulsive personality disorder. left or right-brained.   right. phobia(s).   small spaces, broken bones, yelling, drowning self-confidence level.   low, but getting higher. :-)

[olivieblake]

hi! i saw your list of alternative authors to julia quinn and i was wondering if you had any specific recs from those authors?

oh yes, my PLEASURE! let me just add that I’m not deep into the world of romancelandia, so this is kind of a starter pack. I’m sure there are lots of other book reviewers who could give you deeper cuts; maybe @jenreadsromance? or if you’re in the US, you can also contact the owners of the ripped bodice, an all-romance bookstore who can ship via media mail relatively cheaply and who love to share their recs!

okay, onto my recommendations:

in my personal opinion, if you enjoyed bridgerton you probably want to start with the spindle cove books by tessa dare! the first is A NIGHT TO SURRENDER, which is absolutely incredible and a great taste of her work. A WEEK TO BE WICKED is my favorite from the series, and fyi, if you’re unfamiliar with romance novels, they do not have to be read in order. if a premise from a later book in the series sounds more interesting to you, go for it! I often read out of order and have never minded “spoilers,” since you kind of go in already knowing who ends up with who just based on who the two main characters are. it’s very safe that way—an extremely comfortable reading experience very much akin to fanfic

my favorite historical romance author is cat sebastian, who almost exclusively writes queer romance (even when the pairing is m/f, one of the characters is usually bi). I personally LOVE the seducing the sedgwick series (the first book is basically the sound of music in that there’s a grumpy navy captain with unruly children but instead of a young nun it’s the sunshiney vicar) but it’s a lot of hurt/comfort, and if you’re looking for sort of a classic romance vibe you might prefer to start with the turner series. if you enjoy my nottpott, I guarantee you will enjoy cat sebastian’s books, which I say safely because *flips hair* she also enjoys my nottpott (fyi her regency imposter series is more m/f) 

it took me awhile to learn to love courtney milan’s books, because while I enjoy her brain (she’s extremely vocal on twitter, especially about gender politics of women of color/intersectional feminism—romancelandia is still predominantly white so her voice is necessary, and she’s a really sharp former attorney) I find her books to be quite heavy. the characters often have emotional trauma in their pasts or difficult family dynamics, so there’s much more to the plot than a run-of-the-mill romance (and less sex, too). HOWEVER, her stuff is smart as fuck and impeccably researched. the brothers sinister series is where I would start, but I hopped around—my favorites are THE SUFFRAGETTE SCANDAL and THE HEIRESS EFFECT

I haven’t read alyssa cole yet but she’s on my list; so is selena montgomery, which is stacey abrams’ pen name. we have read olivia waite before for s.p.e.l.l.—THE LADY’S GUIDE TO CELESTIAL MECHANICS is one of my favorite books, period, but I haven’t had a chance to explore more of her work. I mostly use romance novels as a treat, usually a palette cleanser after a heavy book, so that’s why I don’t have more under my belt. BUT I SHALL, I PROMISE YOU, because there is no joy like that of closing the book on an hea with corsets

[parkersharthook]

Wired Autocomplete Interview

(Sebastian Stan x female!reader)

Warnings: fluff, idk what this is really

1.4k+ words

“Hi my name is Sebastian stan.”

“and I’m y/n y/l/n”

“and we’re here to do the Wired Autocomplete Interview” You smiled at the man next to you before jabbing your finger at the camera.

“celebrity couple edition!”

A hand from off screen handed you the card. You flipped it over and studied it for a second, “okay this one is for you. How should we do this?”

“you hold and I’ll peel?” Sebastian offered as you adjusted the card in your hands.

“Sounds great.” Sebastian smiled softly at you as he reached for the small slip of paper covering the search. “Okay… ARE Sebastian stan.” He peeled it back gently.

“are Sebastian stan and mark Hamill related? Yes, he’s my father.” You snorted slightly as Sebastian threw the slip on the ground and moved to the next search. “are Sebastian stan and Chris Evans friends?”

You let out an actual cackle, “you even have to ask that? When they’re together, I’m the third wheel.”

Sebastian laughed and shook his head fondly, “yes we’re very good friends. Are Sebastian stan and y/n still dating?” He twiddled the piece of paper around his finger slightly, “technically no.”

You held out your hand, fingers pointed downward as you showed off your engagement ring. “not since he put a ring on it.” Sebastian copied your action, the paper wrapped around his left ring finger.

You giggled as the two of you pulled your hands back and you were handed another card. “What is Sebastian Stan…”

“What is Sebastian Stan’s real name?” Sebastian looked down the center of camera, “Sebastian Stan.” You snorted at him.

“What is Sebastian Stan’s favorite food?” He looked to you, “do you know what this is?”

“I now you really like peanut butter.”

“That is true.” He thought for a moment, his hand coming up to run through his hair. You watched as his bicep bulged slightly and you couldn’t help but bite your lip softly. “yeah I would have to say it’s peanut butter. Okay next one.”

“What is Sebastian Stan’s snapchat?” You cocked your head and looked over to Sebastian, “yeah what is your snapchat.”

“Don’t have one.” He tossed the slip of paper behind him, “I’m not twelve. What is Sebastian Stan’s Instagram.”

“Iamsebastianstan. What is Sebastian Stan’s twitter?” he hung his head slightly with a sigh, “don’t have one. Twitter scares me.”

“he’s basically a grandpa.” He huffed and pushed you slightly causing you to laugh.

“alright you’re turn.” Sebastian said giddily as he was handed a thick card. “Are y/n y/l/n and Elizabeth Olsen friends?”

“Yes she is great friend of mine, we’ve been friends for years. She’s actually how I met Sebastian.”

You peeled back another slip of paper. “Are y/n y/l/n and Anthony Mackie friends?” You groaned slightly and looked at the camera, “unfortunately.” Sebastian laughed causing you to smile, “I’m just kidding. He is also a good friend of mine.”

Sebastian looked down at the card, “okay last one. Are y/n y/l/n and Emily Blunt friends?”

“Why is everyone so concerned with who I’m friends with? But unfortunately I don’t think I have the ability to call me and Emily Blunt friends. I’ve met her a few times and she is a really wonderful person, one of the sweetest people ever. But I’m not sure if she would consider me a friend.”

“Alright next one, what is y/n y/l/n? What is y/n y/l/n’s real name?”

“y/n y/l/n. Next one!”

“What is y/n y/l/n known for.”

“I’m usually recognized for playing Felicia Hardy aka Black Cat in the MCU. Or my role in Game Of Thrones.” You threw the slip on the ground and reached to peel back the next one, “What is y/n y/l/n like in real life?” You looked over to Sebastian with pursed lips, “I guess you should answer this.”

He laughed slightly and smiled, “Y/n is wonderful. She is the sweetest, most beautiful girl you could ever meet.”

You awed softly as you leaned against, wrapping and arm around his middle to hug him quickly. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as you backed up, “that was super sweet thank you.” You adjusted yourself before looking back at him, “remind me to pay you for saying that later.”

“What is y/n y/l/n’s Instagram?”

“it’s just y/n y/l/n. No spaces, nothing.”

“What is y/n y/l/n doing now?”

You smiled at the camera, gesturing to the scenery. “This wired autocomplete interview.”

“that’s such a creepy question.” Sebastian said through laughter, “what were they hoping for by searching that?”

You laughed loudly, “well I can tell y’all that typically it’s me in my pajamas eating.” Sebastian nodded as he threw the card behind him.

He clapped his hands loudly, “next one!”

You shook your head fondly as you accepted another one about Sebastian, “is Sebastian Stan…”

“Is Sebastian Stan married?”

“not yet.” Sebastian quickly peeled off the next one, “rapid fire time.”

“Is Sebastian Stan in game of thrones?”

“nope, not that fortunate unlike someone in the room.”

“Is Sebastian Stan single?” You quirked your brow at him, “Well depending on how he answers this question…”

Sebastian chuckled and lightly rubbed the back of his neck, “Nope.”

“Is Sebastian Stan in endgame?” You pursed your lips in question and looked to your fiancé, “can we answer that?”

Sebastian looked to the ceiling in thought, “ummm….? I’m gonna say I can’t answer that just to be safe because I have no idea when this interview will be uploaded.

“Alright last one, is Sebastian Stan in the Martian?”

“I am.” You tossed the card behind you as Sebastian took the last one.

“Okay this is the last one about y/n. Who is y/n y/l/n?”

You cringed slightly, “ummm this? I don’t know that’s a very deep question.”

Sebastian stroked in chin in exaggerated thought, “yes let’s dive deep into who you are.” You rolled your eyes at him and gestured for him to move on, “Is y/n y/l/n nice?”

You looked dead into the camera and popped your p, “nope.”

“Is y/n y/l/n a twin?”

“No.” you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, “that’s funny that this came up actually because a lot of people ask me that. Maybe there’s someone out there who looks like me? I don’t know.”

“Is y/n y/l/n Canadian?”

“nope. Born and raised in Florida, that’s sweet that they thought I was Canadian though.”

“Is y/n y/l/n a natural y/h/c?”

“I am but due to the lots of hair dying due to my film roles, I usually will dye my hair back to this color so the transition is less obvious. So I guess there are times when this color is exaggerated but right now I’m all natural sooo.”

Sebastian groaned quietly as he was handed another card, “how many of these are there? Ooh this one is about the both of us.”

“Are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n dating?”

“yes.”

“Are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n happy?”

“aww how nice of them to ask. I’m happy.” You looked over to Sebastian, “are you happy?”

“very.” He leaned over to press a light kiss to your lips. “Are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n wedding?”

“are we wedding?” You laughed slightly, “uhhh yes eventually we will be wedding.”

“what are Sebastian stan and y/n y/l/n’s daughters’ names?”

Sebastian gave a curious glance to the card and then at you, “since when have we had daughters?”

You laid a hand on his knee softly, “I’ve been meaning to tell you.” You both started laughing as Sebastian shook his head.

“very funny.”

Your eyes widened as you accepted another card, “Another one? Okay let’s go fast. How old is Sebastian stan and y/n?”

“That’s bad grammar.”

You pointed into the camera, “and rude to ask a person’s age. What is the age difference between Sebastian stan and y/n?”

“not important.”

“what is going on with Sebastian stan and y/n?”

Sebastian huffed, “what is going on with us?”

You looked into the camera and shrugged, “if only we knew.”

Sebastian took the last card, “okay last one. How old are Sebastian and y/n?”

“Not important.”

“how many years apart are Sebastian and y/n?”

“not important.”

“how tall are Sebastian and y/n?”

“wow that is also just not important. He’s taller than me though, obviously.”

Sebastian tossed the card, “that’s it.”

“that’s it? We’re done. Awesome! Well thank you to everyone who googled stuff and may I recommend going outside once and a while?” Sebastian just laughed at you as the video ended.